“I wish with all my soul his wife may plague his heart out.”
“Women are all alike-- aye fussin' over their fal-lals and bedazin' a man's eyes, when all they really want is man's blood and his heart out of his body and his soul and his pride....”
“The philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in his heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body.”
“She was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. She was his soul mate and his wife, and all he wanted was to bring her joy. He was consumed by his adoration of her.”
“Our souls bonded. His pleasure was my ecstasy. My blood pumped in his heart.”
“He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him...”